Hand holding, first crush

holding hands
The first time I remember holding a boy’s hand was when I was in kindergarten, and that was a very time ago, forty-seven years to be exact. It was for some kind of production each class was putting on for the school. The girls and boys had to line up beside each other, sing along to a particular song all well holding hands. Now in kindergarten pretty much the last thing you want to do is hold the hand of the opposite sex. Girls thought boys were yucky and boys thought girls were yucky at that age. Either way, we had no choice. I clearly remember parading around the classroom holding Michael’s hand (I even remember his last name if you can imagine). As it turned out, in grade four or five, he would be my first boyfriend, and I believe it lasted about three days. I walked him home, because he lived closer to the school than I did.

Fast forward many years, our first child is in grade two. After volunteering for a couple of hours one morning I ended up leaving just as recess had begun. Out of curiosity, I pulled the van up beside the playground just to see if I could see my daughter. Well lo and behold, there she was, with the nicest little guy in her class holding hands and skipping across the playground. I sat and watched for a bit, then left because I didn’t want her to see me and have her moment ruined. Later that day when she arrived home, I asked her the usual questions, how was your day, what did she do, anything exciting happen, but I didn’t get much out of her. I never mentioned seeing her bounce across the playground with the little boy until years later, and sadly she doesn’t remember that moment in time.

Do you remember your first hand holding experience with the opposite sex or your first crush?

Life after kids

This morning after I rose from bed, wished my husband a good day at work, I sat down at my laptop, to tweet, figure out a menu for the next two weeks and listen to some really good music (surprisingly no Leonard Cohen this morning), before heading off to the Farmer’s Market. Anyways after reading some of my Twitter feed, I decided to tweet this 5:30 am sex is exhausting, and then you remember it is market day, so sleeping in is not an option”. After hitting the send button, I thought oh my gawd, that was definitely a TMI (too much information) tweet but then I thought oh what the heck, there are two sides of me, and this side, the sex side has once again re-emerged since all my kids are away at college/university. DH and I have the house to ourselves! We are rediscovering passion, love, sex, conversation and whatever else fits into the mix.

When we first met, like a lot of other couples, sex was high on the agenda. We met on a Wednesday, thanks to a friend I hadn’t seen since high school, we talked, drank beer and played chess throughout most of the night. We didn’t see each other on the Thursday, but as luck would have it, he lived down the street from me so when he was walking by my apartment on the Friday, I just happened to be sitting outside on the porch. He said he had an errand to run, but on his way back, would I like to do something.

That Friday changed my life. We basically started living together that night, and have been together ever since – thirty years this summer. We married four years after we met, then started having children, three to be exact. Once you have kids though, life changes, sex in particular, there is no longer those spur of the moment hook-ups and calling a babysitter when the urge hits you, just doesn’t work, especially if it is 5:30 a.m. Then life changes, the kids grow up and move out, even if it is just for a few years well they attend college/university. Hubby and I are alone again for the first time in years. Thus the 5:30 am sex is exhausting, and then you remember it is market day, so sleeping in is not an option”. tweet.

Life is grand. Winking smile

Am I the glue?

glustickYesterday I decided to make my own pita bread, it is pretty easy to do but very labour intensive. So I am covered in dough and flour when the phones rings, luckily hubby is home to answer it, god knows what would have happened if we had let the machine get it (all three of our children will then ring my cell, and if I don’t answer all hell breaks loose). I side-track though, hubby answers the phone and it is middle child, she needs to talk to mom NOW! Hubby brings me the extra phone, to which I yell “I just texted you not two minutes ago and said I was busy making bread!” She did not like my answer and did not want to deal with her father. I told him to say, that unless she is having some sort of medical emergency and is in hospital I will talk to her later. This was not the answer she wanted and promptly hung up on her father.

Soon after finishing the bread, I text our daughter, and tell her that she will have to learn to work with her father. Her response, a flat NO. I text her back “well I won’t always be here”. There is no response to my text, so I assume all is fine. The next day she phones me quite upset. How dare I say “well I won’t always be here”! I backtrack my thoughts, realizing she would have assumed the worse with that text, so I say things like “well I may be in the washroom”, or “I just might be busy”.  Both Iame answers but I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment, because in reality I may not always be here, though I am not planning it anytime soon.

Which brings me to my point “Am I the glue?” Nine out of ten calls from our three children, the call is usually for me, unless one of them needs the name of a song, or something that requires the use of some tool, then they will ask for dad. As mom, I plan all activities, do the banking for the kids, schedule their doctor or dentist appointments, plan our vacations, solve their computer related problems, etc. Would the household fall apart if I wasn’t here, probably not, but everyone would have to relearn their rolls and right now, mine is the glue.

Are you the glue?